It is official. I am no longer a trendy mom. Here's why:
*My children don't wear handmade clothes made from vintage fabric.
*Neither one of them have bows bigger than their heads.
*I wear tennis shoes.
*My make up only comes out on Sundays.
*Blogger still has me baffled.
*I don't have any photos of my family wearing white shirts and jeans on the beach.
*There are no leather bound journals recording their sweet sayings and antics in my house.
*My husband helps me cook.
*I don't make homemade bread.
*You will not find a red, pink, or blue Kitchen aid mixer in my kitchen.
*My children's toys are Fisher Price from Target, not sewn or carved.
*Marley Ruth has never made a felt craft for any of her relatives or friends.
*She doesn't own a special ordered smock when she finger paints nor does she wear a hand sewn apron with crayons in it.
*I can't bring myself to pay $25-$50 for a pillow case dress.
None of these things are bad. On the contrary I enjoy looking at and dreaming about all of these things. I have strived to be trendy in the past, but now I am wore out and broke.
2 comments:
i covet all those things too- browsing through etsy too much....
i'm am SURE you are worn out. You have got your hands quite full!
and you & I are rich in all the ways that matter. Yay!
i am laughing so hard right now! funny funny...and so true. i guess i am officially NOT a trendy mom either. can we come up with a cool name for what kind of moms we are? I guess WOB will work (worn out and broke) "Power to the WOBS!"
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